🌼Imagine one of your junior high classmates has gone missing for 3 days. But you, and your buddies, know exactly where to find the body. Join Annie Belcastro, Gordie Lachance, Chris Chambers, Teddy Duchamp, and Vern Tessio, as they set out to find...
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September 5th, 1959
Dear Diary,
We all agreed, and Teddy earned the first watch of the night. As you would expect, he made a couple code sayings about 'how the dogface was rested easy' which kept us all annoyed and awake.
After his 'shift', I should call it, Gordie got the next watch, and from what little I saw of him, he almost fell asleep.
Chris had talked to him in private before we got to the death-bridge over the river. I wasn't sure what exactly they talked about, but I know it involved some yelling between the both of them.
I'd never thought in a million years they'd have any fight of some sort, but I think it ended okay, because they continued to talk after it happened with smiles and laughs. They always seemed to have a bond I could never describe. Something to do with boyhood, I later learned.
Chris was the last before me, and he waited it out pretty well. I was already awake- I couldn't sleep- and started to lightly poke the fire with a stick while my head rested flat on my arm.
"You awake?" a voice from behind said- it made me jump for a second.
"Sorta." I said quietly. "Is it your watch?"
"Yeah." Chris said quietly. "Couldn't sleep so I figured I'd take it."
"I can't sleep either..." I said awkwardly, turning my head towards him.
"You got any talkin' left in you?" He asked, turning the gun over in his hands a few times.
"Yeah." I stood up, walked over to the tree, and joined him, leaning my head up against the trunk. I laughed quietly. "Why? You've got a confession or somethin'?"
Chris paused for a moment and smirked, then stared ahead.
"I really do wanna go into the college courses, you know." He told me. We had talked about this a little bit earlier, about the college courses and wanting to be in different classes that wouldn't let us in. I hardly remembered the conversation after everything else that had happened.
"I know." I said solemnly. "It sucks that they won't let you in." I turned to look at him. "They should."
"I mean, why do people have to be so..." He hesitated for a moment, then stuttered, "I dunno."
I began to cross my arms so they sat on my knees. "I know. It really sucks."
Chris's voice broke, and I could tell that he was being really serious, now.
"What happened to you?" He was frustrated, so much that he didn't even look at me when he asked that.
I sighed. "Remember last year, in sixth grade?" I thought for a moment. "How I couldn't find my folder for Mrs. Simons?"
